"What happened at the Horan's house?" Harry asks me as he looks through the window.

"What do you mean?" I ask taking my attention out of my laptop.

"There are these men walking around with things on their hands." He tries to explain but fails.

"Thank you for being so precise..." I joke and he rolls his eyes. "From what Anne told me, they have a lot of rats in the garage, so they had to call an extermination team." I respond and go back to paying attention to my facebook's feed.

"That is so disgusting!" he says getting away from the window.

"I know, there's nothing that I hate most than rats." I add as I scroll down the feed. "What the hell?" I wonder when I see a notification.

"Mandy Peters liked your post." It said. What the heck? What post? I didn't post anything for weeks now.

I click on it and a video appears.

"Here's the real Harry, everyone! Hope you enjoy the truth!" Oh, not again!

I click on the video and as I suspected is the video when we were talking about his family, but only a few parts.

"When my mom died, I felt the same way. I regretted how I treated her in my wild teenage years, I felt so guilty that I ever spoke to her like that. And when I thought about my future without her, I couldn't imagine, I didn't knew how it was even possible a future without her and all I could feel was anxiety and worry."

At this point Harry was behind me watching the video.

"They bought this house, everything was prepared..." Harry continues and I sit beside him, feeling the cold floor hitting my skin. "But on the day we were suppose to come home, he couldn't, he had a meeting... And my mom being my mom..." he says chuckling a little and I smile with him "She said that it didn't stopped us from coming though, so me and her came all the way from London to here in a car..."

After those words the screen went black, so I thought that it was over, but it wasn't. It was even worst- we were now watching the car wreck actually happening as Harry's voice said in the background: "I can't give many details, 'cause I fell asleep and woke up and the car was already all wrecked... and she was gone..."

And the screen goes black again but a message appears. "Now I'm coming for everyone that supports you, darling! The more you care, the more you have to lose. – ZET"

I stay in silent waiting for Harry to say something but he doesn't.

"I'm sorry..." I say and turn around analyzing Harry's blank expression. No tears, no clenched fists, nothing...

"It's not your fault..." he says not looking me in the eyes with a very fake voice.

I know that inside he's blaming me and that triggers something in me.

I close the laptop and stand up walking towards the bathroom. There is no way that someone filmed that from the window. No way.

When I get to the bathroom, I look around and try to remember what angle was the video filmed. I put my body in front of the mirror but realize that if the camera was somewhere in the mirror it couldn't film us when we were in the ground. But if the camera was in the ground, it couldn't film when we were up.

I look intensely to the piece of furniture now in front of me and notice that the sink cabinet has this very shinny circles in it. One in each corner.

I look at the mirror and it has also the same decoration. I look around to find something to pull it. I try to pull with tweezers but it doesn't get out.

I pick up my brush and with its back I break the circle and glass falls to the ground and a piece falls in my leg, making a little cut. I ignore it and try to pull the other circle and this time it actually works. A little camera comes out with a lot of wires and a battery attached.

"You bitch" I shout as I break the camera with the brush. I push all the others circles and find other 2 cameras. I can't believe this! She's actually filming me. She filmed everything we did in the bathroom.

As I start thinking about what she might had seen, my stomach twists and I rush over to the toilet and I throw up the breakfast that I had before. It sickens me that she would go this far.

Is there any more cameras? It must have one in my room or else how could she have filmed my video with Harry when we kissed?

I rush over my room and try to see where could she put a camera, I look around my room but nothing... I move on stuff and all of that but nothing, so I quit.

I look over at my laptop and decide to delete the video; it is on my account, so I can delete it before anyone else sees it. I log in my account and ignore the comments as I delete the post.

I breathe deeply when I do so and wonder if I should or not delete my account. As I'm wondering my eyes fade to the camera on the laptop.

Wait a minute, could she hack my laptop's camera and film it from here? I mean I always have my laptop open, so it would be easy. I turn around and check the angle. This is exactly the angle where the video was tapped. I open the definition tab on the camera settings and see that the flash is off. You know that light that tells you when your camera is on.

I open the drawer where the duct tape is and pull a piece out placing it on the camera and then turn off the speakers, so she couldn't hear a thing.

I try to relax, but my mind keeps going to the same place. Could there be more cameras? How did she get in? Why would she go this far? What the hell have I done to someone that could lead to this? So many questions but I don't see any answers.

"What happened in the bathroom?" Harry asks walking in my room as I sit against my wardrobe. "What happened to your leg?" he asks coming closer and looking at my leg.

I look at it also and see that the cut previously done was still bleeding, but it doesn't hurt though.

"She had cameras Harry..." I say looking up to his face. "Inside this house, on the bathroom, on the bathroom cabinets Harry!" I inform him and an angry tear slips up. "And she was using my laptop's webcam to film in my room."

"Wow, that's another level of craziness..." He says and sits beside me looking at my face very intensely. "Could there be more?"

"Maybe..." I respond turning my head to him. I look to his eyes and notice an extra shininess in them.

"Did you saw the comments?" he asks taking his eyes off mines.

"A few... But I deleted the post..." I answer also taking my gaze out of him.

"It doesn't matter, I'm pretty sure someone already saved the video..." Harry speaks as I play the video on my head. His and his mother's accident was awful. He was right everything was wrecked.

"I'm sorry. I know you've been looking for something and this isn't it..." I speak very slowly and low.

Even though there are millions thoughts going on my head, and I'm pretty sure on his too, we still look relaxed; like we just lost a war that was not worth fighting for.

"You're it..." Harry says placing his hand on my face forcing me into looking at his face "The situation that you're going through it's not the best. I never dealt with something like this before!"

"Neither have I" I add interrupting him.

"But it's not your fault. I mean what could've you done to make someone do this?" he asks thinking that he knew the answer.

I've asked that question to myself, every single day. And there are a lot of things that I've done that could lead to something like this.

"I have a list." I declare standing up and grabbing a notebook from my nightstand. "For the last few weeks, I've wrote down every single bad thing that I've done to someone, at least those I could remember..." I continue handling him the notebook.

He opens the notebook and his eyes search the pages with a surprised look in his face.

"These are a lot of bad things..." he says when he reaches the last page.

"I told you, I was no angel..." I speak blushing like crazy remember all the bad things I've done.

"Some of these things are illegal. Why would you do these?" he asks with disgust on his face.

"I did everything that everyone did; I did everything to stay at the top of the pyramid. I'm not proud of that, okay? I was a stupid teenager with a stupid teenager boyfriend and a stupid teenager best friend that I called cousin..." by this time I was walking all over my bedroom trying to explain to Harry that I'm not a bad person "That person!" I say pointing to the notebook "That's another Jade, a Jade that only Liam, Tessa and Mandy could bring up! Maybe it was peer pressure, I don't know what it was, but I did those..." I continue and tears come, even though I try to keep them in "Back then I didn't knew what I was doing or that it was wrong, but I do now! I realize how bad of a person I was with them, but you can ask Louis, Anne or Niall, I'm not a bad person..." I talk way too fast as tears slip even more.

I remember what it said on the video, "The more you care, the more you have to lose." And I care about Harry, way too much.

"I'm willing to pay for my mistakes, but you don't have to!" I finish as I feel a knot on my throat and an agonizing pain on my stomach from the stress.

"When you said that you've done things, I never thought you meant breaking into people's house, robbing, bulling someone, treating a lot of people like crap, kinda ironic that those things are kinda what ZET has done to you. And you're right; this is you paying for your mistakes. But I still stand for what I said; I don't care about before, I care about now. And now what you can do is make up for your mistakes." Harry says handling me my notebook back.

"What? What do you mean?" I ask furrowing my eyes.

"You wanna show me that you're not the same person as in that notebook, that you're not a bad person? Then make up for your mistakes. Ask for forgiveness to all of those people, admit what you've done!"

"What? You know how much trouble I'll be in if I do that?" I shout when he starts walking towards the exit.

"You said that you're willing to pay for your mistakes... So pay..." Harry says before leaving my bedroom.

Should I do that? Of course I should, but I'm not ready! If I admit all those stuff, I'll be in a lot of trouble, but maybe this is what it takes to end this.

My thoughts get interrupted as my laptop screen lights up and the sound of a new email is heard. I stand up and sit on the chair opening the mail.

"You should hear your boyfriend, he has good advices! And maybe you'll get a reward for making the right thing! – ZET" the email said with a picture attached to it.

I open it and it's a picture of only a few seconds ago, when Harry was handling me the notebook back.

"What do you know about doing the right thing?" I say knowing that she's watching.

I don't care if I have to move on every inch of this house, I'll find all those cameras. At least it will keep me occupied throughout the day, meaning I don't have to start apologizing now.

I'm not prepared to admit and face all the people that I've hurt. But I know this is the reason. The reason why this is happening.